The Hanyou and Mrs. Higurashi

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The Hanyou and Mrs. Higurashi


Mrs. Higurashi hummed to herself as she reached for her keys. She balanced a bag of groceries on her arm as she dug through her purse until she located the key to the front door. It swung open with a nudge of her hip and she let herself inside, quickly crossing though the living room to the kitchen, where she put down her bag. They wondered at the market how she managed to go through so much ramen. Mrs. Higurashi had only smiled, saying that her daughter’s friend loved it and she liked to keep plenty on hand for his visits.

The grocer had nodded understandingly and then quickly inquired about young Kagome’s health. She shook her head in exasperation, wishing her father would stop making up such outlandish stories about his granddaughter. She’d caught the old man thumbing through medical books in an effort to come up with more creative excuses. Mrs. Higurashi understood that her father was only trying to help, but for goodness’ sake, one or two chronic diseases would explain Kagome’s frequent absences, he didn’t need to turn her into a miracle of modern medicine.

Annoyed, but yet amused, she put up the rest of the ramen and started to make herself some tea. It was a lovely spring day and she was glad she’d decided to take the day off from work. She would have her tea, and then go outside and enjoy the fresh air, curled up on a blanket spread across the grass and reading a decadently trashy romance. Kagome was home this week, math finals, and Souta was already complaining about her late night muttering and groaning. Mrs. Higurashi could sympathize, she’d hated math in high school too. She knew her daughter constantly fretted and agonized about her grades, but for the most part Mrs. Higurashi was pleased. Kagome was doing better, managing to keep her scores up this semester.

She did feel a little guilty for letting her daughter’s schoolwork slide so much, but Mrs. Higurashi wasn’t like most parents in modern Tokyo. As much as she loved her daughter and wanted her to succeed, she didn’t feel the urgency to drive her child through school in a carefully orchestrated schedule of exams and cram schools. She wanted Kagome to have fun, enjoy her life and not take everything so seriously. Wistfully, she wished her own parents had raised her that way, there was so many things she’d wished she’d been able to do before settling down to raise her family. And so she understood how important the Sengoku Jidai was for her daughter, how much Kagome felt obligated to use her special spiritual abilities and make right what was wrong. She was proud of Kagome for that.

The kettle was boiling now and she lifted it to carefully pour the steaming water over her tea. As she put the kettle back on the stove, she felt something come up behind her. An intruder? Kagome and Souta wouldn’t be home for hours. With a determination that showed her resemblance to her daughter, Mrs. Higurashi reached for a wooden rolling pin and spun around to hit her attacker.

He yelped, flinched away and looked at her with accusing eyes, his little doggie ears flat on his head. “Ow! Why’d you hit me?”

“Inuyasha?” she said, dropping her weapon. He was lucky she hadn’t cracked him in the skull, as it was she’d managed to clobber him on the arm, demon reflexes having saved him from taking her blow to his face. “You scared the life out of me!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the floor. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She sighed and put away her rolling pin. “Kagome is still at school, Inuyasha. She’ll be home in a few hours and you’re welcome to wait for her. Just try not to sneak up on me when I don’t know you’re in the house.”

He smiled shyly and looked at the floor. “Okay.” She noticed his gaze going to the cupboard over her shoulder and couldn’t help but grin. “You’d like for me to make you some ramen, wouldn’t you?”

His face lit up in a dazzling, happy smile that went right through Mrs. Higurashi’s heart. “Yes, please,” he said, looking adorable and sweet. She laughed and took his arm to steer him to the kitchen table. “You sit here and I’ll make you some.”

The arm under her hand was warm and hard with muscle. Mrs. Higurashi didn’t let her hands linger too long on him, smiling again as she went to take the ramen she’d just purchased from the cupboard. As she worked, she hummed to herself and glanced back to look at her visitor. Not for the first time, she wondered exactly how close he and Kagome were. Every time she tried to wheedle details from her daughter, all she got was an embarrassed glare and a loud “Mama!”

She sighed, pouring water over two cups of noodles, the boy had a hearty appetite. She had a feeling they hadn’t gone far, maybe kissed, maybe not. Mrs. Higurashi couldn’t understand what could be holding her daughter back. She hadn’t raised Kagome to be a prude, she’d always been open about sexuality and hoped her daughter would grow to enjoy all aspects of her femininity. All she expected was that Kagome would be the responsible, mature young lady she was and be sure to protect herself from any unwanted pregnancies. Kagome only flushed and and said she wasn’t doing anything to cause unwanted pregnancies. Mrs. Higurashi shot another furtive look at the young hanyou in her kitchen. With a specimen like that always within reach, she seriously had doubts about her daughter’s sanity.

She set the two cups of noodles in front of Inuyasha and asked if he needed chopsticks. With a frighteningly charming grin, he answered no and proceeded to slurp the hot noodles right from their containers. She watched with amusement, hoping he didn’t manage to burn his tongue again. Inuyasha didn’t just eat his ramen, he devoured it. Mrs. Higurashi felt her breath catch in her throat as the unselfconscious young man caught a noodle on his tongue, swirled it around and sucked it up with pursed lips. Warmth began to flood her lower extremities and Mrs. Higurashi found herself regretting that she hadn’t been born a noodle.

Scolding herself for having such thoughts about him in the first place, she planted herself across the table and decided that it might be time to have a little talk. “So, Inuyasha,” she said, absently tracing patterns on the surface of the table. “You and Kagome are very close, aren’t you?”

“I guess you could say that,” he said. The hanyou stuck his finger in the ramen container to get the last taste of broth and sucked on his fingertip. Mrs. Higurashi’s mouth dropped open, fascinated by those soft full lips and the hint of tongue she glimpsed when he licked his fingers. Good god, what kind of hentai are you, woman, she asked herself. “Um, when I say close,” she began again. “I didn’t mean just close as friends.”

He looked startled. “Oh, nothing like that,” he said gruffly. “I’m not like Miroku, I don’t go around touching girls without their permission.”

“What if they give you permission? What if they want you to touch them, then would you?” Inuyasha blushed, turning almost the same color as his haori. “I…uh…ummm,” he said, scratching his head and trying not to squirm. Was Kagome’s mother really asking him about…sex? He couldn’t believe it. Mrs. Higurashi saw how uncomfortable he was and reached over to pat his hand soothingly. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Inuyasha. I know how much Kagome cares about you. I was just wondering if you felt the same about her.”

“Yes,” he said softly, not meeting her eyes. There was no way he was going to tell Kagome’s mother what he really thought about her daughter. It was perverted, he was more like Miroku than he wanted to admit. He always protested his innocence, but the truth was he really had spied on her. Watched her bathe in hot springs, fantasizing about having all that creamy soft flesh to himself. Then he’d get all worked up and embarrassed about it, knowing he didn’t have the guts to even kiss the girl, let alone make love to her. And it would just kill him if she pushed him away.

“She won’t reject you.” Mrs. Higurashi seemed to be reading his mind. That must be where Kagome got it, he decided. She always knew what he was thinking before he said it, sometime she sat him before he said it. He glanced up, sensing he had a friend at least in her mother. His face going redder by the second, he glanced down. “I wouldn’t know what to do even if she did feel the same. I wouldn’t know what to do with her.”

Oh, that is so sweet, she thought, her eyes twinkling at the deep red flush on his cheeks. “Inuyasha,” she murmured. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?”

It was way too embarrassing to answer, so he just nodded. Lest she think him unmanly, he looked up and met her gaze. “It’s not that I don’t know what to do,” he explained. “I mean, I know, right? I just don’t want to make her uncomfortable, I want it to be special if it ever happens. I…I don’t want to paw at her like some horny dog.”

She actually felt misty eyed at that, her daughter was so lucky to have someone who cared that much about her feelings. See, Kagome, she said mentally. He’s really not that rude or mean, he’s so very sweet if you’d just let hnow now how you felt. “Inuyasha, I’m sure my daughter wouldn’t think of you like that.”

The hanyou looked so sad when she said that. “Still, I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever hurt her or made her feel bad. I guess I just can’t win.”

Fingertips drumming on the table, Mrs. Higurashi couldn’t believe what she was contemplating. He needed experienced guidance, someone who could show him how to unlock the mysteries of a woman’s body, give him the confidence to approach the girl he was obviously desperately in love with. He was right, unschooled and moved by pure passion, he would paw at Kagome. She frowned, wanting as much as Inuyasha for her daughter’s first time to be special, wonderful, loving and tender.

“If you like,” she said slowly. “I would be willing to help you.”

“Help me?” He was confused. “What could you help me with?”

She smiled. “If you have any questions about how to touch a woman, I would be happy to answer them.”

“You really mean that?” he asked wonderingly. It really pleased him to see that she approved of him that much. “I have a lot of questions…”

“No problem, I will help,” she said firmly. Mrs. Higurashi got up and patted him on the head. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” The silver hair under her hand was remarkably soft, like raw silk, she thought letting the strands slip through her fingers. She encountered no few tangles, like any other young man, this one didn’t take care of himself. “Would you like me to brush out your hair?”

He ducked his head, smiling. No woman since his mother had ever asked him that. It might be nice to let her groom him, he knew it might make it easier for him to talk to her. “Okay.”

She led him to the couch and brought along a brush and comb. Settling the hanyou on the floor between her feet so she could reach his hair, she began to slowly tease out the tangles. “So what kind of questions do you have?”

Gods, where did he start? Inuyasha thought about it, chewing on his lower lip. “I guess I’d want to know how I can keep her from sitting me all the time.”

She laughed at his words. “Don’t make her mad. I love my daughter, Inuyasha, but I am aware of her temper. Try being a little more gentle when you speak to her, that should help.”

The brush sliding in his hair felt so good he closed his eyes, a low, soft rumble starting deep in his chest. Mrs. Higurashi heard that and thought the young man might be relaxing at last. “Does that feel nice?”

“Mmmm…” was the only response she got. She played with the silver strands, amazed as ever by the shining texture. He was such an unusual creature, very responsive in his own defensive way. No wonder her daughter had fallen so hard for him. Setting her brush aside, Mrs. Higurashi was moved to touch the soft white ears, smoothing the delicate fur as she played with them. He growled softly, twitching and she rubbed a little harder to see what he’d do. A sigh emanated from him and the hanyou’s head dropped to his chest. “Do you like that, Inuyasha?” she murmured, enjoying the feel of his rumbling purr between her thighs.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, gently kneading the tension out of the muscles. He felt warm, firm and taut under her hands and Mrs. Higurashi decided that she might as well enjoy the moment. It had been a while since she’d been with a man. While she seemed to have her share of admirers, for some reason no one had attracted her lately. She was just busy with her home, her work and Souta. Leaning close to him, she asked a question that had been in her mind for some time. “Inuyasha, have you and Kagome ever kissed?”

Almost asleep by now from her gentle ministrations, he shook his head. “No, I almost did once, but I’m afraid she would get mad if I tried again. I’m probably not a very good kisser either.”

Patting him lightly on the shoulder, she tugged on his sleeve to get him to move. “Sit beside me, Inuyasha. I will show you what you need to know about kissing.” His golden eyes were wide and intent as he sat close to her on the couch. She reached gently for his face and turned him to look at her. “Gentle and easy does it,” she said mildly.

He licked his lips in anticipation. “Show me.”

Her mouth moved to brush his and the hanyou started at the soft touch. Mrs. Higurashi pressed closer, light as a feather. He sat quite frozen by the unusual sensation and she moved her hand to cup around the back of his head and kissed him firmly and chastely on his closed mouth, wondering what he thought about it.

She suddenly found herself on her back, Inuyasha on top of her, his mouth leaving her no room for thought. His tongue plunged between her lips ravenously and the tip of a fang grazed her lip enough to draw blood. His kiss was a full frontal assault, urgent and full of raw passion. Mrs. Higurashi reached out both hands and took him by the sides of his face, breaking their kiss.

“Slower,” she whispered, looking right into his golden eyes. He blinked and eased back, a slightly befuddled expression on his face. Then, still tentative, he moved forward and brushed his lips against hers. Approving, she kissed him back, just as gently, slipping her tongue between his lips and probing against the backs of his fangs.

Inuyasha shivered from the contact and drew back from her. She smiled, reaching to stroke his face. “Do you like kissing now?” she said, a teasing tone in her voice. He nodded, ever nerve alert, every pore of his body watching hers, listening to the steady pace of her heart. His hand slipped between them, moving carefully over the unknown territory of her skin. He cupped her breast, fingers slowly contracting and his breath becoming harsher. “Claws,” she whispered, shifting slightly in his grasp. He hastily adjusted his grip, not wanting to cause scratches. This was all new to him, he wasn’t used to making sure he didn’t use his claws. Mrs. Higurashi regarded him seriously. “Let’s go upstairs, I think we’ll both be more comfortable.”

He nodded, wordless, and pulled himself off her, steadying her as he helped her to her feet. Without warning, he reached for her and swung her up into his arms. Kagome’s mother was startled, he could see that in her eyes. He nuzzled the top of her head, hoping she understood and headed for the stairs. She clutched at his shoulders, somehow deeply amused and touched. This act meant something to Inuyasha, it meant something in that wild young heart to carry her like this. Mrs. Higurashi smiled at the idea. She could feel the heat of his skin through his red haori and pressed her lips against he chest, breathing in deeply and thinking of forests.

Inuyasha gently swung her down to her feet when they reached her bedroom and she took his hand in her own before leading him there. First, she had to satisfy her curiosity about the young hanyou. Mrs. Higurashi’s hands had a mind of their own and reached for him, untying the crimson haori, letting it fall to the floor. She walked in a slow circle around him then, stopping to unfasten his white shirt and helping him shrug it from his shoulders. Her fingertips explored the contours of his chest, learning the shape of him. His skin was velvety smooth, tan from living outdoors his whole life. For the first time, she noticed how the golden tone of his skin set off the silver-white of his hair. He blushed a bit when her hands slipped under the waist of his pants. Mrs. Higurashi saw that blush and couldn’t help but find it adorable. Such a shy young man, it had never occurred to her that he’d be embarrassed. She helped him shrug his pants to the floor and stepped back to admire the view. Self consciously, Inuyasha tossed his hair back over his shoulder and a warm bit of sunshine fell across him. Mrs. Higurashi caught her breath. “Inuyasha,” she murmured. “You’re beautiful.”

He blinked, hadn’t ever been called THAT before. “Are we going to kiss again?” he asked bluntly. That was something that needed practice, he was glad Kagome hadn’t seen him lose his cool like that. It would have been embarrassing. Mrs. Higurashi started laughing and stepped close. “All right, we’ll work on it.” He kissed her again, this time with his hands on her shoulders. Inuyasha concentrated of keeping his mouth gentle. He couldn’t help it if demon hormones burned to throw her to the ground and mate her right this minute. He didn’t want that, it wasn’t what he wanted for Kagome. Mrs. Higurashi nuzzled him lightly and purred into his mouth before biting him gently on the lip. His eyes widened and he stared down at her. It sent shockwaves down his body, his nerves becoming erotically burned. Mrs. Higurashi realized that he was on the edge of losing control again and deliberately stepped back. Her eyes clung to him hungrily. He was definitely one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. And he wanted her badly, that much she could tell. For that matter, she wanted him back, and not just for her daughter’s benefit.

She darted forward and kissed his chest, this time avoiding his mouth. Inuyasha pulled her against his body, growling softly. He smiled suddenly and brought his hands between them and began to remove her blouse. She smiled, watching how careful he was with that delicate fabric. He was breathing pretty hard but his hands were remarkably steady. “How do you feel, Inuyasha?” she asked. His eyes flicked up to hers and then away, his teeth catching the soft pinkness of his lower lip. “I’m excited,” he said, gently slipping her blouse over her shoulders.

Mrs. Higurashi stroked his chest, running her fingers lightly along his arms as he tentatively began caressing her breasts through the lacy confines of her bra. The sensation made her eyes want to flutter back in her head, her nipples going rigid from the friction of his palms. She twisted her arms behind her to unhook her bra, his claws would have made it a nightmare and she had no intention of letting it get ripped. Neither Inuyasha or herself was in any condition to deal with frustration.

As the bra floated off her skin, he dropped it and reached for her with his mouth. Instincts older than time flooded his mind and he lost himself in the pleasure of tasting her. The taut nipple under his lips rolled across his tongue pleasurably. He was so lost in the taste of her that he didn’t feel Mrs. Higurashi clutching at him, her face flushed with pleasure. It felt amazing, she couldn’t stop herself from holding him tighter. He released the tip of her breast to lick his way slowly up the column of her throat, kissing and nibbling along her jawline. His tongue teased across the tip of her ear, traced her cheek briefly and found the corner of her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard as he kissed her, forgetting gentleness for a moment. Mrs. Higurashi buried both her hands in his hair and raked her fingers down his back. He broke the kiss, his eyes shimmering at her. She backed up a step, holding him at a distance and then dropped to her knees.

Inuyasha choked on his own breath when her lips found him. Mrs. Higurashi was enjoying the different expressions that were going across his face. Confusion, pleasure, embarrassment, and lust. She sucked hard and then loosened her hold to blow across wet head of his penis. She pumped him lightly, licking at his tip and moving her hand faster as she slid his length deeper into her throat. Inuyasha’s hands balled into tight fists, his eyes clenched shut and his breathing hoarse and ragged. He’d never imagined it would be like that. He’d been half afraid to let her touch him, ages of not trusting anyone were crumbling around him. Mrs. Higurashi was in a daze, tasting and swallowing him, licking all over the smooth firmness of his body. She felt him growing closer and closer to climax, finally shoving him all the way down her throat when she felt his body tense and the young dog-demon cried out as he released into her waiting mouth. Tenderly, she licked him clean, smiling up at him as he blinked at her with a glazed look. “Are you okay?” she murmured, hoping he wasn’t going to be done for the evening.

He just dropped to his knees to face her, his eyes no longer unfocused, instead he looked at her with a chilling intensity. He grabbed her by the arms and ran his fangs over her neck, the tip of his tongue burning a trail over her skin. She gasped and held on to him, thrilled by the low, eager growling. Moving quickly, she took Inuyasha by the wrists and gently moved him away from her. “Not like that,” she said softly.

He sat back on his heels and regarded her curiously. Her eyes captured his. “I said gently, Inuyasha. I know how passionate you feel right now, but you wanted me to teach you what a woman’s body craves. There will be times when the woman you’re with wants you to take her hard and fast. There’s times when only the passion of the moment means anything in the world. But remember, most of the time, women’s bodies are meant to be gentled, coaxed and pleased.”

Mrs. Higurashi guided his hands over her body, slipping aside her skirt and undergarments. She drew him toward her as she moved to lie on the floor where a big patch of sunlight was spread across the floor. He moved to lie on top of her, balancing his weight on his elbows as he tried to find the right way to hold himself against her. He leaned forward, the sunshine catching his hair and eyes and making them blaze. She gasped and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply and slowly. Her legs lifted over his hips and she pressed upward against him, willing him to find and enter her immediately. Inuyasha reached down and guided himself, rubbed the head of his erection across her slick warmth. She murmured something intelligible when he brushed over her swollen clit. Panting hard, he rubbed himself against her, feeling a desperate trembling all throughout Mrs. Higurashi’s body. She cried out suddenly, clutching his shoulders hard and locking her knees over his hips. She cried out again as he pulled away suddenly and plunged into her, his hips grinding into hers as he buried himself deep.

Instinct had taken hold of his mind again and he threw himself desperately against her, wanting nothing more than release. Mrs. Higurashi held him to her just as fiercely, her hips grinding up to meet his, her breath panting every bit as loud. She moaned and twisted under him, thrashing almost, as her body tensed and tightened and held him snug within her. Inuyasha groaned and regained some sense of himself long enough to slow down, rock her body against him easily, not crush her. Her hands came up to dig into his biceps, her own face transformed into erotic want. “Now, Inuyasha,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, I want it.”

“You want me?” he murmured, his mouth inches from her ear, sweat plastering them together, chest to chest, hip to hip. She twisted under him as he buried his face in her neck. He teased her ruthlessly, pulling out and then sliding slowly back in, slowly as he could bear. She ached with frustration, at his mercy for the moment as her body made demands her mind could hardly articulate. Eventually, he couldn’t help but give in, his body was every bit as needful as hers and he gave himself over to the demands of youkai instinct and rode her hard. Mrs. Higurashi gasped out, thrusting up against him, taking him deeper with each stroke and suddenly clamped around him like a vice, crying loudly and shaking violently. He growled deep in the back of his throat and came hard inside her.

Her hands stroked his back and along his ribcage, sweat sticking his long hair to his shoulders. “I think that went well,” Mrs. Higurashi commented at last, staring up at the ceiling with a bemused expression. “Very well, I’d say.”

Inuyasha raised himself up on his elbow to meet her eyes. “I did okay?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head and kissed him on the tip of his nose. “Of course not, I enjoyed every minute.”

Inuyasha smiled shyly. “I gave you pleasure?” She stroked his face tenderly, letting her fingers linger over his lips. “Yes, it was wonderful. You’re a wonderful lover, you have nothing to worry about in that regard.”

“I don’t know,” he said slowly, a wicked gleam returning to his eyes. She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I think I need more practice,” he said, grinning a little foolishly. He was already hard again against her thigh. Mrs. Higurashi just pulled him down to her again. His tongue glided over her lips. “Lesson One…” she murmured, licking at his ear lobe. “Take her gently.”

The End